I don’t want to sound overly dramatic, but today was the day that would make or break me. As the sole proprietor of Ruff Day Doggie Boutique, I’d planned a huge marketing event. And if my big event didn’t go off as hoped/anticipated/prayed for, I’d be back slinging hash on the five-a.m. shift at Breakfast at Stephanie’s. Let me tell you, I am not a morning person. And Mr. Belvedere, my one hundred and forty-five-pound Great Dane, is not a morning dog. Life had been so much better since I’d become my own boss. Well, maybe not better financially, but in every other way.
All
the MBAs out there would shake their heads when they heard I’d blown an entire
year’s marketing budget on a single event. Not a good business move, I know. I’d
told myself that a thousand times.
All
the MBAs out there would shake their heads when they heard I’d blown an entire
year’s marketing budget on a single event. Not a good business move, I know. I’d
told myself that a thousand times.
“Darby
Agnes Moore!”
I
whipped my bloody thumb behind my back and turned to face the source of the
accusing voice. Tianna Platt. My best friend since third grade. She stood in
the doorway of my shop, dressed in her usual getup of white t-shirt, black
jeans and black Sketchers boots. Her facial expression was one of complete and
total irritation. Not unusual for a type-AAA perfectionist. She said the people
in her world constantly disappointed her. No doubt my name ranked high on that
list.
Tianna
crossed her arms over her tiny waist and glared at me. “Where in God’s name are
your pants?”
I
looked down and sure enough, my fish-belly-white thighs and knobby knees jutted
out from beneath my favorite New Leash on Life t-shirt. Just goes to show that
mountainous amounts of stress can make one forgetful. “Oops,” I said tugging my
shirt down to cover the important parts, lest anyone walking down the sidewalk
peeked in the large storefront window and see me half-naked. “I started to
change but then remembered I needed to add more items to my list.” I nodded
toward a clipboard sitting atop a display of yak-milk treats. The clipboard had
been Tianna’s idea to help me get more organized, so it’s kind of her fault I
was pantless. She is the most orderly person in the world. I, on the other
hand, am not. But I’m trying. Hence the clipboard.
Mr.
Belvedere, my silver Great Dane, lumbered out from the back of the shop to see the
source of all the commotion. He spotted Tianna, one of his favorite people, and
picked up the pace.
Mr.
B was tall, even by Great Dane standards, and Tianna was short, even by human
standards. They stood eye-to-eye while she rubbed his jowls. “Go get some pants
on,” she said to me while gazing into Mr. B’s baby browns. “I’ll take over the
list. We’re running three minutes late already.”
Yeah,
she’s so structured she schedules her life in one-minute increments.
I
snapped off a salute and trotted toward the back of the store.
To
clarify, I had not left my home without any pants on. I’m not that
addlebrained. But how could I resist the box of oh-so-cute dog-bone-print
leggings the UPS man had dropped off late yesterday afternoon? Perfect attire
for today’s event. I’d slipped out of my toothpick jeans, and then I remembered
I needed to add a few Stop-the-Slop watering bowls to my stash of supplies. And
a few colorful leashes to hang by the door of my custom dog house which would
be on display for the world—or at least the residents and tourists to our
sleepy bayside town—to see. Before the idea disappeared from my mind, I’d raced
to find my list, so I could add the items. It took a few minutes, but I located
my clipboard right where I’d left it, on the dog-treats display. Which is where
Tianna had found me.
“Hey,
Darbs,” Tianna called to me. “Mr. B says he needs to go out. I’ll walk. You
start loading your stuff in the truck.”
“Sounds
like a plan,” I hollered back.
Now
fully dressed and presentable, I marched out to the front of the store. My
heart swelled with pride, as it always did, when I walked in and saw all the
items on display.
I can’t lose all this. I just can’t. Please, please, please let today go off without a hitch.
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